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KILL THE DIRECTOR — Chapter One, The New Professor

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pairing: uni student heeseung x uni lecturer afab reader

genre: angst, smut (mdni)

plot: you were a freshly graduated teacher, and other teachers used this against you. you were determined to prove yourself. but then after a drunken night out, you find yourself in the grasp of one of the most popular students on campus. sure, you knew what you was doing was morally wrong, but something inside you almost felt like it was worth the risk… that he was worth the risk.

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warnings: university student!heeseung, newly graduated teacher!reader, heeseung shamelessly flirting, slight age gap (reader is older by two-three years), no actual sex happens (kind of left it open for a smutty part two if people want), mentions of costumes, reader is kind of harassed but also not really detail

BEING A UNIVERSITY LECTURER SO YOUNG WAS NEVER GOING TO BE EASY—BUT YOU KNEW THAT.

You were always told from the day you graduated that when the next term began, you were going to be that one tutor that all the all of the students would oggle, regardless of if they were in your class or not. Some teachers in your major even made bets if you would reach the online forums kind of famous, other majoring students daring to come to the media building for sneaks of you.

You were close to the age of the students, only about 3 years older than the ones you were to teach at an absolute maximum, disregarding the older students who came for a change of knowledge so they could find a better career.

You knew it was going to be rough to gain the respect of the students close to your age, due to that very fact. But all you had ever wanted to do in life was teach. Your old tutor was retiring, leaving the slot open for you to steal with so much as just one word.

The desk was emptied before you even accepted your degree, and you got the job offer the very next day. You felt as if everything just fell into perfect place. You were excited to begin the new chapter of your life. And nothing was going to tear it down. That, you was determined.

You arrived at your class, bright and early. You wanted to ensure you had more than enough time to learn how to use the projector so you could showcase any and all needed documents on the board, and you needed to ensure all handouts that needed printing were neat and stapled to try and minimise the risk of anyone losing a piece of the information required. Of course, you would always print more if someone asked you—but you wanted your first class to be perfect.

You placed the paper stacks for each student at each seat, then you rushed back to your own seat and sat down, double, triple checking, that each PowerPoint and document made sense and was easy to read. You couldn’t have any mistakes, not on your first day.

You were shocked when students began to enter the room much too early for class, earlier than you were prepared for. They didn’t even seem to register your existence at first, you being almost hidden behind the desk which had a weird ‘back’ to it, a piece of wood sticking up to almost separate you from the students. You also had your laptop placed in a way so when students entered, they almost couldn’t see you from the side when you were sat down also.

Students continued to flood in, mostly in pairs or small groups. The final students trickles their way in, and almost every seat was filled with a good ten minutes left before class was to begin.

You sneaked looks from behind your laptop screen, watching as your students pulled their own laptops out, while some assessed the papers before them, and some of those even began highlighting the parts of the information that they found most crucial to remember. You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips.

This was what you had always wanted, what you looked forward to. Now was your time to shine.

You finally stood from your seat, the students at the desks closest to the front of the room noticing you first. Their eyes were laser focused on your every move. You made your way in careful steps across the carpet to the glass door of the room before you pushed it shut, then you turned to face the students with a bright, forced smile.

You were terrified as to how they would react if they could sniff out your nerves. Your palms were sweaty and your skin was tingling from the adrenaline, but you had to try your best to remain composed and collected.

You clapped your hands together in a way to get the attention of the students at the back of the class, your eyes landing on one with dark hair and glasses framing his eyes. You remembered your old tutor, who taught the first term of class, had talked his big praises. Lee Heeseung, was it? Your tutor showed you the profiles of each of the students to try and make sure you were up too date with their talents, specialties, etc.

Your eyes quickly gazed over the rest of the students before you made the way to the middle of the floor. You feared your voice would shake, but you thought if you faked confidence, then soon enough it would come naturally.

“Good morning, everyone. As some of you know, Professor Youngbae has retired at the ripe old age of 54 to continue his career in the directing field, and you have been assigned to me. I’m still new to the whole teaching thing so I may not be as engaging or as fun as Professor Youngbae, but feel free to stay behind class and ask me any and all questions you have about the sessions.” Your voice almost wavered at the end, but you kept your head up high and your back straight.

You were like them not too long ago, now you had to lead them. You couldn’t be weak. You just had to keep reminding yourself that.

You walk to the desk but this time you stand at it, bending down awkwardly to be able to press some buttons in your laptop to turn the screen on.

“That’s a moving desk, you know,” A male voice filled the quiet room, your eyes looking around to try to decipher who it was who spoke.

As your eyes scanned the room, the black haired boy with glasses stood from his seat and side stepped so he was in the empty space between tables. “There’s a button on it so you can stand at the desk, or you can lower it.”

You nod your head slowly, squatting to try and find the button with no luck. You didn’t even hear the footsteps of the male. Suddenly you felt someone brushing up against your side, their hand reaching across past your face to a few inches away from the corner. The man pressed a button and like magic, the desk moved upwards to allow you to present and stand at the same time, that weird wooden wall remaining in place so it didn’t cover you as your presented.

You stood carefully, the student beside you also taking this as his own hint to stand. You turn to face him, taking a step back to add some much needed space between your close proximity. “Thank you…” You began, but fell silent. You weren’t sure of his name, so you didn’t want to call a name just in case you got it wrong.

“Lee Heeseung,” The student confirmed your suspicions before he bowed his head, his glasses falling down his nose. He lifted his head, then walked back to his desk.

“Thank you, Heeseung,” You thanked him again before you decided it time to get on with your lesson.

You came to the end of the lecture with much success, the students seemingly loving the lesson and the way you taught. You had never seen students so engaged in another tutor’s lessons before, and your heart swelled with pride at the thought.

You pressed the button to lower your desk and sat on your chair, your knees aching from standing and walking around for so long, but you still felt a thrill inside of your chest with the need and excitement to do it all again the following days to come.

You watched and waved at students as they left the room, some offering you warm smiles and others even offering words of encouragement to try to ensure you knew just how fun you made their class, and now the rest of their studies going forward.

Next to none of the students decided to stay behind, which made you feel a sense of accomplishment. You had made a lesson not only fun, but easy for them to understand and not need to throw you a million questions; which was an unspoken fear you had the last few weeks as you address, and readdressed your lesson plan.

You closed your laptop and placed it under your arm. You only had the one class for now, but as the next term kicked in after your teaching test term, you had no doubts you’d have many classes to teach and plan for.

You turned to face the door of the classroom, only to find it closed with Lee Heeseung leaning on the edge of the desk closest to the door. His head was tilted back, his eyes scanning the ceiling as if he was counting the tiles to better occupy his time.

You raised an eyebrow, but walked towards him regardless and offered him a smile as you came to stand before him. Heeseung noticed you from the corner of his eye and finally looked down from the ceiling. His eyes looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help but feel as if there was something hidden behind his gaze. Self-conscious, you moved your laptop to cover your body.

“Heeseung, how can I help you?” You asked in a cheery voice, the smile never once leaving your face.

Heeseung remained leaning against the edge of the desk, but looked at you over the top of the glasses the sat halfway down his nose. “You’re probably the youngest tutor in this whole campus,” He noted, to which you thought for a moment, then nodded your head in agreement.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” You forced out a laugh. “I just graduated and Professor Youngbae said I would be a great replacement, so I decided why not try out for the job.”

Heeseung nodded his head, then lifted his head to a normal height for himself. He hummed. “You’re also the hottest tutor,” His voice was casual and calm, as casual as asking for a pen. But your skin instantly tinted pink and burned.

You choked on oxygen, using your free hand to slap at your chest to try and dislodge the air-blockage in your throat. “Why, thank you. But I think that’s a bit inappropriate to be telling me, don’t you?”

Heeseung pushed himself off the desk so his body was close to yours, looking down at you. He was so close you could smell his cologne. It was intimidating, but you decided not to take a step back. Maybe he was testing you.

“I only called you hot. We’re both of legal age, so I don’t see why there should be an issue if I find you hot,” Heeseung almost sounded as if he was defending himself, but he kept his voice calm and collected at the same time.

“I’m your tutor, there are just some boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed,” Your voice was low, quiet. You took the first move to leave, yanking the door open a little too aggressively before you walked out of the classroom and away from Heeseung.

Heeseung followed after you, but remained in the hallway by the classroom. He watched you walk away, smirking to himself. He was going to find a way to make you his for the night. He was Lee Heeseung, after all. He slept with every hot student and faculty member in that campus that he could get his hands on. You were trying to make it a bit of a challenge for him, but he knew you would fall into his traps at some point.

You arrived at your class bright and early, hair neatly brushed out of your face and a new casual suit was your fit for the day in an attempt to appear professional, but also friendly at the same time.

Heeseung was the first student at class, eyes wide and pen in hand ready to learn everything he possibly could from you. He sometimes stayed after class to drop in some questions after the sessions ended, and you didn’t fail to notice the longing looks he gave you from across the classroom.

Heeseung thew his hand up at every question you asked the students, and his hand rushed to note down every word you said. He was trying a little too hard, and you soon became suspicious of him. Sometimes, he even dared to brush his fingertips over your skin when you were in close proximity to him. His desk mate seemed to smirk every time you were anywhere within a metre space of Heeseung’s presence.

But the last few days, you had noticed that Lee Heeseung had been missing from your classes. You almost felt your excitement get snuffed out at the lack of his presence, but you chose to ignore the feeling. You were a professional, and having some form of feelings for a student was wrong. You couldn’t favour or enjoy another student’s presence more than others. That would be unethical, right?

It was early in the morning, you were tasked with an early session as your classroom was scheduled to have maintenance during your usual class time. Surprisingly, your students all agreed to come in earlier. You didn’t know, but they were all beyond happy to attend your classes regardless of the time.

You stood at the counter, watching the coffee pour out of the nozzle into your flask. You sighed softly, using your right hand to push your hair out of your face. You were exhausted, to say the least. Your friends enjoyed a good night out the prior night, and you were begged by them to go along. Now you were regretting staying out until 2 am, surviving on three hours sleep and endless amounts of coffee from the staff lounge.

You picked up your flask when you heard three beeps to signal the coffee was ready, then discarded the pod so the machine was ready for the next person to use.

You walked to your class and took in a breath through your nose before you enter your classroom. You expected it to be empty, another half hour until your class was to begin. But you stopped at the door, your eyes going wide as you noticed Lee Heeseung sat at your desk, his legs spread wide and his eyes staring right at you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, the image of him before you making you feel intimidated. You kept your head high as you entered the room. You stopped before him, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, you’re in my seat.” You even crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear as intimidating and annoyed but you doubted it had any effect over the male.

“I know,” He replied casually, daring to lean back in the chair. He looked up at you, his eyes daring to snake down your body before his lips turned up into a ghost of a sideways-smirk.

You felt humiliation and some form of anger fluttered in your chest. You had a feeling the student before you either hated you, or was determined to test you within an inch of your abilities just because you were the new, young teacher.

You stepped closer and raised an eyebrow, trying to appear confident but the sweat forming on your palms told yourself otherwise. “Please go to your own seat,” You spoke, begging your voice to not shake and waver your authority over him.

The man before you stood from your seat and made sure as he walked past you, his body was as close to yours as he could get away with despite there being more than enough space for him to pass around you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding, then shook your head. You placed your flask down carefully, scared you’d drop it if you held it for much longer.

You made your way to your desk and gently sat down, crossing one leg over the other. You placed your laptop on top of the desk and looked over your laptop screen to steal a glance in Heeseung’s director. He was staring right at you, so you rushed to look down, acting as if you were looking at the top of your screen and not over it.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” His voice filled the room after several moments of silence, scaring you from the sudden noise and causing you to jump and hit your flask, which in turn ended up coating your brand new white shirt.

“Shit!” You stand quickly, trying to pull your shirt from the skin as the heat burned. You didn’t hear the scrape of the chair before the man rushed to your side, a handful of tissues in his grip. You didn’t even think about what was happening, allowing him to try to soak up some of the hot liquid with the tissues. The stain remained, but the shirt was slowly becoming dryer.

When you realised your student was abnormally and uncomfortably close to you, you stepped back and rushed out a jumble of what was meant to be a thank you before you grabbed your jacket and went to make a move to run to the bathrooms.

Heeseung grabbed the back of your bag to stop you from escaping. You stopped in your tracks and watched as he slipped off his green jumper and held it out to you, leaving him in only a white t-shirt. You didn’t carry spare clothes for potential accidents, and at that moment you were desperate so you grabbed his jumper with a smile, then ran off to the bathroom.

“So don’t forget, your characters need to make the audience feel something and sympathise with them within the first five minutes at least, or else the audience will be turning their screens off,” You finished as you got to the end of your PowerPoint.

“Does anyone have any questions?” You asked, going to tuck a piece of hair behind your hair but then cringing at the realisation your hair, a wet coffee stained mess, was tied back.

“Whose jumper is that, Professor Y/N?” One of your best and friendliest students asked. She looked you up and down, and then wiggled her eyebrows. “It’s so big on you and my boyfriend has the exact same one, so I know it’s a man’s jumper.”

You wave your hand dismissively and force a laugh. Your cheeks were stained red in betrayal, and your mouth rejected the words your student suggested. “This is just a jumper I bought because it looked comfortable, it’s not a jumper of a boyfriend or anything. I like the baggy style of clothing,” You tried to defend yourself, but no one was falling for it.

The rightful owner smirked from his seat, his eyes avoiding you but a sense of pride and ownership came over him. In some sick twisted way, he was wanted to express the jumper was his and claim you as his own, but he knew now was not the time and it was unlikely he would get away with it without you shouting at him.

Your students settled down and chose to quit the questions about your love life when they soon realised you were going to remain tight lipped about the subject, but ever so slightly, for just a brief moment, your eyes glanced in Heeseung’s direction during the duration of the questions.

Your heart deflated when you noticed him talking to someone else, not so much as a care in the world. It was wrong to feel that way about a student, you knew that. But you couldn’t help it. He was, after all, the golden student—and dare you say it, your favourite student.

“Oh, come on,” Your friend whined as she draped her body over yours when she threw herself down on your sofa. “It’s just one night out, we used to love going to costume parties. Please say yes, I’ll never ask you to buy the wine on our Friday nights ever again!” Your friend rushed to kneel by your side, her eyes wide and her lips turned down in a sad, yet begging emotion. She even added the rubbing of her hands in a praying position.

She always knew exactly how to wrap you around her finger and get you to accept her pleas with next to no effort.

You stared at her for several long seconds before you threw your head back and groaned with defeat. “Fine, yes, I’ll fucking go. But you’re making all the effort and choosing the outfits. I’m just going to be getting dressed and turning up. Nothing more, nothing less.

Your friend smiled wide and nodded her head, already scheming all the ways she can dress you hot, and finally find you a good lay for the night.

“You won’t regret it, I promise. I’m going to make us look so hot–” You zoned out while she spoke, looking down at the green jumper you wore. You had better get it cleaned and hand it back to Heeseung…

You stood in front of the mirror in a small white dress, white stockings, white heels, and feathery angel wings for decoration with a halo on top of your head to complete the look. Your hair was left in waves and your makeup was gentle, yet sultry.

“Damn girl, you look hot,” You friend jokingly landed a spank on your ass before she came to stand beside you in an almost matching outfit, but everything in red and black with torn wings and horns replacing the halo.

“As do you,” You grinned at your friend before you sucked in a breath. Sure, some weeks ago you had complained endlessly about going out to some event which would likely be filled with those younger than you, but you needed a fun night out after the week you’d been having.

One of the older male faculty members had overheard your students singing your praises, even deeming you their favourite out of all the tutors. He didn’t take too kindly to that as he had been teaching them from the start, but you? You were new. Unknown. The tutor decided to make your life hell, making you do all the things a teach assistant would do. He made you get him coffee every morning, print his paper packs out, and he even made you get him lunch.

You had failed to see Heeseung the whole week, and had still yet to give him his jumper back. You were busy in work with your own classes, you didn’t have time to be running after a student and a faculty member harbouring bad feelings.

Tonight was the night you were going to forget about it all, if at least just for a few hours.

Your friend grabbed your bag and held it over her shoulder while the pair of you walked out of your apartment, then outside the building. The walk wasn’t too far to get to the venue for the costume party from where you lived, and as you made your way, you could already hear the thumping music.

You weren’t used to wearing heels anymore, so you kept almost stumbling but you chose to ignore the ache in your ankles and toes and kept walking right through the crowd of people scattered around in costumes and walked right into the venue, not even noticing you lost your friend in the crowd of people on the way.

The music was loud, addicting. It pulled your body to the dance floor, and that was where you spent most of the night. Some men bought you drinks and shoved them in your hands to consume, and while you should have been more resilient and not be so willing to accept drinks from strangers, you needed a release from stress and could care less about your safety. Surely no one would do anything back to you in a crowd of people?

You felt hands snake around your waist and huffed for what felt like the millionth time that night, about to turn and push the person away, but before you could turn in their arms you felt a breath of air against your neck and heard a familiar voice say in your ear, “Well, who would have expected to have seen here here, Professor Y/N.”

You felt heat rise up your neck and cheeks and moved your hands to place on top of his, trying to remove his hands from your sides with no luck. He was much, much more sober than yourself and so was stronger.

“Heeseung, what are you doing here?” You asked, managing to squeeze a way to turn around in his arms to face him. You ignored the close proximity, your faces close to one another.

“I’m partying with my friends, duh,” He replied with a cocked eyebrow and his famous side smirk that had you in a secret chokehold.

You noticed he was in a racer costume, his hair gelled back. You didn’t know what came over you, but one of your hands grabbed his cheeks and pushed them together so his lips smushed together. “You haven’t come to class in a while, I haven’t been able to give you your jumper back.”

Heeseung smiled and managed to get out, “You can keep it, it looks better on you.”

You rolled your eyes before your hand dropped to lazily wrap around his neck, not noticing how both your bodies swayed together in time with the music. “Everyone will get the wrong idea about us.”

“The only wrong idea about us is that my cock hasn’t been in your pretty little pussy yet,” He words were lewd, and you felt your stomach turn at them. Your eyes went wide, your lips parting slightly. The expression on your face said, ‘yes please’, but your lips held firm in rejection.

“I’m your teacher, I can’t have sex with you,” You were firm at the idea, but you made no effort to push his hands off your body as his one hand reached for your ass with a rough squeeze. “Plus… I don’t do those things anymore. It’s been… It’s been a while,” Your words trail off, only making Heeseung smirk more.

“All the more reason to let me fuck you senseless. I heard you’ve been stressed in class the last week. I can’t think of a better stress reliever than having you bouncing on some good dick. Don’t you agree?” Heeseung tried to tempt you again, his hands daring to move from your ass to between your thighs, pushing upwards under your skirt despite the crowd of people surrounding you.

You close your eyes and hum at the feeling, your body begging for the touch of a man. You go to reject his offer once again, but the alcohol and need for sex was begging for you to give in and allow Heeseung to have his way with you. Hard. So you opened your eyes and nodded your head eagerly. You grabbed his hand from between your legs. “Let’s go. If we don’t leave now, then this will never happen.”

Heeseung nodded his head quickly, his brain going numb with your words. He didn’t expect you to say yes so easily, but he did use the stress card against you. Maybe that was mean of him. You seemed very stressed lately. But the thought of helping you destress made his cock twitch. He was going to make sure you had a chance to destress, even if it took all night.

You dragged Heeseung pretty much all the way to apartment, but he could walk faster than you due to his longer legs and the fact you wore heels. He was right on your tail, his lips trailing along your shoulder and neck while his mouth spoke filthy words.

You got to the lobby area of your hotel and stumbled in your feels as you tried to practically run to the elevator. Heeseung thought that was a cute move, but resisted the urge to laugh. He smirked slightly to himself, then allowed you to grab his shirt and pull him inside the elevator.

Due to no one else stepping inside, Heeseung pushed you against the elevator wall and pressed his lips to yours for the first time. The kiss wasn’t as sloppy as he expected. He was gentle with the pressure he applied, and you reciprocated with the same. You parted your lips into the kiss, allowing his tongue access into your mouth but the elevator made a ding noise, signalling the door were to open soon.

You pulled your mouth off of his but still remained close, you arms around his body was you watched the doors. The floor was yours, and no one else was waiting to get on. You went back to dragging Heeseung along by his shirt, pulling him through the hallway to your door before you began typing to code into your handle.

As you focused your attention off him, Heeseung’s lips attached to your neck while his hands ran up and down your sides in feather-light touches. He wanted, no, needed you. And you would never admit it, but you needed him too.

You rushed to type your code in the door, then pushed it open. You used your back to keep it propped open before you grabbed his shirt and pulled him to crash your lips together, then you pulled him backwards inside your apartment. The door shut behind you both with a soft click, and the automatic lights illuminated the way down the hallway to your bedroom.

You reached behind you to push the door open and almost fall at the action to which Heeseung laughs against your lips. You go to scold him for not caring if you fell, but as you opened your mouth he pushed his tongue inside to gently massage it against your own. You never liked the idea of that type of kissing before, but with Heeseung, it was as if your body had a mind of its own.

Heeseung grabbed the halo sat on top of your head and pulled back from the kiss just enough to smirk at it and tut. “You won’t be needing this anymore after all the ways I’m about to corrupt you.”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone and grabs his jaw with your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Who’s to say all angels are good?”

Heeseung smiled at your response and pressed a single kiss to your lips before he bent down and wrapped his arms around our thighs, picking you up just enough to throw you backwards onto your bed.

He instantly leant down on top of you, his hands holding onto your thighs as he pressed his crotch tight against your own. You could feel his bulge through the thin material of your panties and moaned with need.

Heeseung gave a teasing thrust against you, smirking at your moan again. “God, you sound so beautiful.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your lower lip before his crashed his lips back to yours, kissing sloppily before he kept grinding against you.

You pushed his shoulders and whined, “Please stop teasing, I need you.”

Heeseung smirked as he watched your face as you tried not to squirm under him. His hands moved from your thighs upwards and reached your panties. He raised an eyebrow as his fingertips felt the material. “Lace? Never took you for a lace panties kind of woman.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless, lifting your helps to allow him to pull them down. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Lee Heeseung.”

Heeseung lent down, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke next. “Well then it’s time you taught me, don’t you think?”

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all one shots reposted, look at me go

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ENCHANTED — choi beomgyu [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: friend beomgyu x afab reader

genre: fluff, mild angst, kind of suggestive (mdni)

plot: sunghoon can't help but make you jealous sometimes.

wc: 1002

warnings under the cut.

warnings: not really much to warn bar some swearing i guess.

IT WAS JUST FUCKING TYPICAL—IT ALWAYS HAPPENED TO YOU.

You got off the bus as it reached your destination; your campus. Once you got off the bus, you waited for the crowd of other students to pass before you found a place a few meters away. You found the place good enough to plant yourself as you waited for your friend to arrive so you could walk to class together.

You checked your watch, and found your bus was earlier than you expected. You had some time to wait, so you pulled your tote bag from your shoulder and rested it on your arm so you could pull out a can of your favourite drink.

You pulled the bag up to your shoulder once again, then you sighed as you admired the blue sky. You felt it was going to be a good day, and so you carelessly cracked open the tab of the can.

But as soon as you had done so, a bicyclist moved in your direction without warning, and so you had to throw yourself out of the way as they made no move to accommodate you. You felt a wet feeling on your stomach, and so looked down only to find your can was now mostly empty, and the front of your light grey jumper was stained with a large wet patch.

You cursed, choosing to throw the rest of the can away. You tried not to pout, but you hadn’t brought any jacket or spare clothes. You hoped the mark wasn’t that noticeable unless you looked for it, but when you noticed your friends face as he came into view, you knew the wet patch was bad.

You watched as Beomgyu held a plastic bag which held your breakfast for that morning inside. His smile was soft and his hair was blowing in the summer breeze, but your good mood was seriously dampened.

Beomgyu finally reached you, sighing softly as he stared down at the mark on your jumper. “What did you do this time?” He queried, his eyes seemingly filled with stars as he smiled. He seemed as if he was trying to make light of the situation, but your bad mood wasn’t going to accept it.

“It wasn’t my fault,” You couldn’t help but snap, to which Beomgyu’s eyes went wide with surprise at your reaction. He then nodded, seemingly understanding.

Beomgyu placed the plastic bag with your food on your hand, causing you to pause, confused by what his next actions were. He stood back from you to ensure he didn’t accidentally hit you, then he pulled off his hoodie.

You raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it a little too chilly this morning to wear just a t-shirt?” You asked, admiring how good he looked in a smile white shirt. It made him look all the more handsome, which you never thought was possible. In your eyes, he was the most handsome man on campus, and no one else was ever able to catch your eyes.

“You never answered my question, so I’m not answering yours,” He joked once again before he took the bag of food from you, then he pulled his hoodie over your shoulders. “There, that should be good enough, right?”

Your eyes went wide with mild surprise, but then you smiled and nodded your head. He gently dropped the tote bag from your shoulder, then you placed your arms inside the hoodie and basked in the warmth that was from Beomgyu.

You reached down to pick your bag back up, and noticed Beomgyu’s eyes remained on you. He sighed, then he grabbed the zipper of the hoodie and pulled it up to ensure the mark was well hidden for you.

“Don’t say I never do anything for you, got it?” He then wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you both began your walk to the building of your first class, one of the only classes you both shared.

As the wind picked up, you tried not to shiver. Beomgyu noticed, and rubbed his hand on your arm to try and help you warm up. But the wind also caused a wave of scent to hit your nose, and you couldn’t resist the hum of contentment.

At first, you couldn’t tell where the smell was coming from. It felt like it was coming from everywhere, until it finally hit you that it was coming from you. You lifted your arm and took a small sniff of the sleeve only to realise the scent was Beomgyu’s hoodie, and you let out a happy sigh.

“What detergent do you use?” You couldn’t help but ask after a few seconds of sniffing, feeling a slow-forming addiction to the scent. “This smells so good, I’ll need to get some for my own laundry.”

Beomgyu laughed, his hand moving from your shoulders to your hand, so he could pull you closer, out of the way of an oncoming group of students. “Just send me your clothes and I’ll wash them for you. I don’t want you buying all the detergent I use because knowing my luck, it’ll run out and I’ll have to find a different brand.”

“Are you calling me a hoarder again?” You asked, your eyebrow raised as you prepared to dig your arm into his stomach.

“I never said the word, you did!” He defended himself. “I’m just saying, only one of us has the same binder in every colour the brand makes which filled a bookcase, while still having nothing inside the binders.”

“It’s not hoarding if it’s stationary,” You faux defended, then smiled widely.

His hoodie on your body, his hand holding your hand… You couldn’t help but feel like your university years with Beomgyu were going to feeding more into your feelings for him. You were okay with the idea of being trapped in the loop of liking Beomgyu; even more so when a part of you realised he may just be feeling the same way about you, too.

#txt #txt smut #txt scenarios #beomgyu #txt beomgyu #txt choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu #txt beomgyu smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu scenarios

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NEEDED YOU [2] — park sunghoon [repost]

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pairing: subby boyfriend sunghoon x afab reader

genre: mild angst, mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: sunghoon can't help but make you jealous sometimes.

wc: 968

warnings under the cut.

warnings: reader is insanely jealous (i would be if my boyfriend was that pretty too), sunghoon is alluded at being a sub but there are no read d/s dynamics, hickeys, mild begging, mentions of oral (m. receiving).

DATING SUNGHOON WASN’T EASY.

Two years you had been together, and you expected to be together for many, many more years. But you found it hard whenever you went out in public with him, there were girls fawning over his every move and breath, as if he was some God they idolised. They fanned themselves and batted their lashes. They pulled their shirts down to expose their chests and often begged for his number, and while he said no, you still couldn’t stop the burning fire of jealousy from growing.

He was insanely handsome, you could never deny that fact nor could you get mad at him for it, it was just the face he was born with. But the stupid smile he gave people in return to their compliments made you want to push your hand into his stupid face.

Somehow, Sunghoon seemed to notice your grouchy mood when you both arrived at your joint apartment on a Tuesday afternoon with a gloomy face and your hands bawled into temporary fists. You both met in the hallway downstairs before you got in the elevator, and as usual, he offered the nicest of smiles to the neighbour who you knew was deeply attracted to Sunghoon. You’d even heard her one day at the local bar that she was going to try to get on him, despite him dating you.

“Baby, is everything okay?” Sunghoon asked, his voice sounding small as he slowly closed the front door behind him with a soft click. You turned to him, your finger pointed at his chest and your eyes slitted with anger.

“You, you’re acting like such a fucking slut lately. You’re flirting with every girl you see, and I’ve been holding back the best I can but I just can’t do it anymore, Sunghoon. What the fuck are you doing?” You knew it was wrong to blame him for the fact others found him attractive, but when you were mad, you liked to run your mouth and worry about the consequences later.

Sunghoon’s eyes went wide as he held his hands up in surrender. He looked genuinely surprised about your outburst, and you felt mild guilty about it. But it was too late. All the pent up jealousy was running its course through your veins, to your mouth. There was no stopping you now.

“I don’t know what…” He bang with a small voice, but you held your hand up as sign to ask him to be quiet. You tried to breathe slow to ease the anger, but it kept washing over you in waves. Each time you tried to part your mouth to say something, you were reminded of the soft smile he gave the woman and the toxic cycle began again.

You grabbed his shoulders, unable to grab the back of his head as you wished. He was taller than you, so it made everything feel more awkward than you intended. You pushed the giggle away, too focused on the jealousy. One of your hands moved their way to his jaw, your fingers gripping his face as you pressed your lips to his angrily.

The kiss was almost painful, as if your body was begging to be consumed by him. As if you would die if you weren’t able to touch him, feel your fingertips drag down the length of his skin which never ceased to make his arch back and those pretty moans to fall from his lips.

Sunghoon took a few small yet calculated steps backwards in an almost immediate reaction to the sudden behaviour, his back hitting the wall behind him. Your grip tightened ever so slightly on his jaw, but you soon let go for fear of hurting him. You just wanted to let your anger out, even if it wasn’t the most healthy of ways.

Sunghoon’s mouth parted with the gasp you were addicted to hearing, and it only riled you up more. A dark voice inside you wondered how the other women would feel hearing his gasps and groans. You tried not to let your mind run wild like that, but it was only silently riling you up against your will.

Sunghoon’s hands went to your sides, fisting the material of your shirt. He pulled his head away from your lips to gasp for breath, so your lips moved their way down to attack his neck with kisses, licks and bites of all kinds. You had to mark him up all nice and pretty, prove to everyone he was taken and not as easy as everyone believed him to be.

You pulled back after you decided your canvas needed a break from the masterpiece you were trying to paint on his skin. His hand flew to your hair when you pulled away, his eyes glossy and lips parted. He was giving you those eyes, the begging ones. The ones that meant he wanted you… needed you.

Your hands flew to his belt buckle. You rushed to undo it, not even bothering to pull it out of his jeans. You rushed to undo the buttons of his jeans, then pulled the zip down. You rushed to push his jeans down.

“Please,” He breathed out, his fingers tightening their grip on your hair. He helped you to your knees, his hands gentle against your face. He wanted to feel you around him, but it was always so overwhelming. He had never felt this way for anyone else before, and so with just so much as a glance form you, he swore his very being was being swallowed whole.

You looked up at him with those fucking eyes, the ones that made his pulse race and his mind drunk with need. You were going to be the end of him, and he was fine with that.

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BEFORE WE GO — zhang hao [repost]

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pairing: boyfriend hao x afab reader

genre: mild angst, mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: your boyfriend hao finds it hard to resist you, so when you finally get to the peace of his car, he begs for you to ride him.

wc: 1411

warnings under the cut.

warnings: reader calls hao baby boy, hao calls ready baby, both call each other gorgeous, hao is kind of subby but there’s kind of no real dynamics here, reader rides hao in the back of his car, just pure porn without any plot sorry not sorry, sorry this took so long to write and get out!

YOU SAVOURED DATE NIGHTS WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD.

He was always more than willing to pay the bill at any fancy restaurant you both attended, and he never made you feel like you owed him anything when he provided for you. He always asked you for small things to make you feel as if you were also providing him with some kind of assistance even if it was something small.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered a few nights prior he had asked fuji for a massage which ended him in almost crying as you found a rather large knot in his back. You claimed it was from how he slept in his stomach with his arm around your waist whenever you slept over one another’s apartments, but he liked to claim he had perfect posture and your hands were just a little too harsh for his delicate skin.

As you exited the quiet restaurant late at night, Hao and yourself walked hand in hand back to the side alley where the car was parked, and you almost didn’t want to let his hand go. You wanted to keep him close at all times—he was your source of comfort and happiness after all.

You turned to face him as you leant against the door of his car, your lips pouted out. “Please come home with me tonight, I want to wake up cuddling you.”

“Baby,” He sighed softly, looking at you with wide eyes and a mock of pouted lips. God, he looked kissable. “You know that if I could, I would. I can’t be late to work again after last time…” His voice trailed off at the end, the memory of your skin against his the reminder of past late night rendezvous.

You sighed softly and fell silent for a little while, but then an idea lit up behind your eyes and you smirked as you looked back at Hao. “What is going on in that little head of yours?” He asked, already clicking onto the change in your demeanour.

“Well if you won’t come home with me tonight, shouldn’t we at least have some fun before we part ways?” You asked, pouting your lips once again as you tried to press your body closer to his. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, looking a little too innocent—and it drove you wild in the best way possible.

“What sort of fun, baby? Was the meal not good? Do you want to go bowling or something else?” He asked, but then your hands came to land on his stomach, daring to slide down lower which caused a gasp from him when you finally palmed his cock over his trousers, and his reaction earned a devilish giggle from yourself.

“Baby, we’re still in public!” Hao whisper-yelled, his eyes looking around frantic. His posture became relaxed when he realised no one else was around, and his eyes landed back on your own. “I’m not fucking you out here.”

“Then get in the back so we have some privacy, silly,” You smiled, leaning behind you to pull the door handle and open the door. The second the door was cracked wide enough, Hao basically threw his body inside and sat in the middle, hands by his side as he waited patiently for you.

“My sweet baby boy,” You cooed as you climbed in after him, slamming the door behind you. You moved so your knees trapped either side of his thighs, keeping him locked under you. His hands instantly moved to rest on your hips, looking down to where you sat on the middle of his thighs.

You smirked, noticing the way his eyes lingered a little too long on your now exposed thighs, your skirt riding up high from the position you were in. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his mole. “You’re so pretty, I’m jealous.”

Hao laughed and shrugged, his hands sliding down to the bottom of your skirt before they slipped up your thighs under the material. “Not as pretty as you when my cock is stuffed in your mouth.”

You gasped at his crude words, then giggled as you finally pressed your lips against his in a mash of smiles, laughs, and soft pecks. But the kisses soon turned needy.

Hao’s hands slid higher up your sides before his fingers danced over your underwear, already feeling a small wet spot forming. “Has my baby been needy for me all day?” He asked, only receiving an elusive shrug from yourself in response.

“Gorgeous, quit the talk and start the fucking,” You murmured as your hands rushed to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. Your hands pushed the zipper down after you undone the button, and then your hand rushed to reach into his boxers and push them down just enough for his cock to spring free.

You gently kissed his chin, then your lips made their way down in a trail of kisses until they reached the desired destination—his neck. Your hand wrapped around him, and you moved it slowly. As always, your boyfriend got excited rather fast and in no time he was moaning with his hands tangling into your hair.

He leant his head back, biting the inside of his cheek to contain the moans threatening to spill past his lips. You were unhappy with this, so you swiped your thumb over the deep red tip of his cock which you earned a whine and an aggressive buck of his hips in response. You smirked, proud of the reaction to your actions.

You rushed to push your panties aside and raised your hips to lean over him. His eyes widened, his grip on your waist tightening. “Baby, we haven’t done any prep,” He began, but you cut him off as you sank down on him.

You hissed at the sudden stretch, the intrusion uncomfortable but not unbearable. You stilled as you reached the base and rested your head against his shoulder with your eyes closed and your breathing laboured. You took a few moments to calm yourself down, feeling his grip was tighter than usual on your sides as if that was what was keeping him grounded from pushing up into you further.

You finally pulled back and watched his face as he forced his eyes closed, his head still pushed back as he tried to remain still You couldn’t help but smile and then dared to grind your hips in a small circle which earned a low groan to fall past his lips. Your smile turned into a smirk—one born of pride.

Your hands moved to his shoulders to help steady yourself, then in the awkward and cramped space of the car, you managed to raise your hips enough to bounce. His chest jolted as he let loose a moan he seemed to have been holding back for some time, one of his hands moving to your clit to help please you while the other helped you bounce in a fast and sloppy pace.

You both were lost in the feeling, not having touched each other in such an erotic manner in weeks You’d know you’d regret it afterwards when you go home to an empty bed and a weekend with him in another city for work, but you were an addicted and the slightest of touches from him was enough to ease the insatiable feeling for at least a moment until you craved more once again.

The sloppy way he rubbed at your clit in soft circles was enough to cause you to come undone in record time—like a virgin you joked. The feeling of your velvet warm walls encasing his cock was enough to cause him to let loose too. In his favourite place—inside you.

You finally stopped your bouncing with burning thighs and a sweaty head. You leant your forehead against Hao’s shoulder once again, and you felt him turn his head to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

You smiled into his shoulder and mumbled sleepily, “Please come home with me tonight.”

“Fine,” He murmured before he helped you climb off him despite wanting to stay inside you forever.

It was going to be a long night—and sure enough, he was late for work. But he didn’t mind the consequences, as long as it made you content and happy.

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LEAVE YOUR LOVER — yoon keeho [repost]

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pairing: best friend roommate keeho x afab reader

genre: mild angst, mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: your best friend and roommate keeho doesn’t take too kindly to how your boyfriend treats you, so after some good food and a few glasses of wine, he makes a proposal. one night with him, and if you feel nothing, he’ll never bring up how shit your boyfriend is again.

wc: 4714

warnings under the cut.

warnings: reader cheats on her boyfriend, reader’s boyfriend is a right asshole (still don’t defend her cheating), mentions of body image and low self esteem, mentions of food and eating, mentions of alcohol consumption and being mildly drunk, kind of drunk sex but also kind of not. technically a part one.

YOU WOULD NEVER SAY YOU HATED YOUR BOYFRIEND PER SAY, BUT HE WAS FOR SURE MAKING HIS WAY INTO YOUR BAD BOOKS AS OF RECENT WEEKS.

His most recent stunt? You were meant to be hanging out with him over the course of a couple of days at some spa retreat weekend he had planned, only for him to flake out the morning of. He claimed he had some work ‘things’ he had yet to finish, but you knew the truth—he just wanted to spend the weekend drunk with his boys and forget he had a girlfriend back home, something he was seemingly starting to do quite often.

Lucky you hadn’t packed your bags. You had faced one too many weekend getaway trips being cancelled at the last minute for an array of reasons—none of which you believed.

He seemed to forget you both ran in the same circle of friends, though, so you often caught him out in his lies through the social media posts your friends posted with or of him. And the most recent night out? He even had a woman’s arms around his neck while they danced.

Your best friend and roommate, Yoon Keeho, was witness to all the screaming and writhing around you did when you held your phone to your face and read over the shitty messages your even shittier boyfriend send you.

While you couldn’t say you hated your boyfriend—despite being not far off from being able to make the claim; Keeho was less forgiving and very open about the fact he hated your boyfriend with his entire being.

Each time you invited your boyfriend over, Keeho was less than accommodating. He often made sure to push his way to sit between you so your boyfriend was either sandwiched to the end of the couch, or worst case, Keeho always made an effort to make himself as big as possible so he took up more space which more often than not ended with your boyfriend being forced to sit on the singular bean bag chair—the same one you often drunk-made out with Keeho on. A secret your boyfriend didn’t need to know.

Keeho lazed back in his usual chair at the small table you had both just bought and assembled. His fingers gently played with the stalk of the wine glass, and his eyes looked everywhere around the apartment bar at you. “We’ve really made this place our own, don’t you think?” A small, soft smile tugged at his lips.

You nodded your head, looking around also. The place was mostly decorated with Ikea furniture, but you had both chipped in to buy everything—it helped you had similar tastes. You admired the red pull out double bed couch in the living room, and you couldn’t help but feel excitement at the 55 inch TV that decorated the wall which cost… a lot. But it was worth it. It made your movie nights all the more exciting.

“Shame we can’t break the table in,” Keeho’s voice became low, barely audible but as the apartment was silent, you could still hear every word that passed his lips. At first, you didn’t respond. It took a few seconds of the words to sink in. And when they finally did, your eyebrow raised in reaction.

“Excuse me? I plan to eat at the table every meal, every day,” You defended, sitting up straighter. Your knees hit the leg of the table, making it shake slightly. You rushed to grab the base if your wine glass, not wanting to spill any. It was a bottle Keeho bought when you first moved out to live alone, mere weeks before he begged to move in with you as his old roommates were being kicked out of their apartment at that time.

And what kind of best friend would you be if you said no to him?

Keeho’s face deadpanned, and you realised the meaning behind his words rather swiftly. You gasped, but then raised your hand to hide your laugh. You tilted your head back. “Gross, I don’t want to think about my best friend fucking some random girl on the table I eat at!” Your face crinkled as you cringed, shaking your head furiously to try to rid yourself of the thought.

Keeho raised an eyebrow, leaning on his elbows. He leant across the table, and you felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. You had a boyfriend, the feelings you had for Keeho were wrong. But you still couldn’t snuff them out—no matter how hard you tried.

“Who said it was going to be some random woman? I was planning on fucking someone you know quite well,” And while a part of you thought he was insinuating it be yourself, you shook your head and reminded yourself to not get lost in the fantasy. You saw the girls he followed on his social media apps, the ones he often thirsted over (yes, even to you as he thrust his phone into your hand for better view of the screen)—the women who you deemed a total opposite to yourself.

“If you fuck one of my friends, you’re sleeping in a shitty tent on the balcony and I’m selling your room to someone else,” You faux threatened, but the humour didn’t reach your eyes as your chest ached just at the thought of his hands on someone else, ached at the thought of his attention being stolen by someone else—even worse at the idea of it being someone you know and call a friend.

You wanted that. You wanted… him.

Keeho leant back against his seat and brought the wine glass to his lips, tilting his head as he took a sip. He looked elegant, his white shirt sleeves pushed up his arms and his glasses sat on the edge of his nose. You wanted to pounce on him, but ever since you had been friends with him at the start of your college years, you had found great strength and control.

Back then, you always found Keeho incredibly attractive and even considered asking him for a one night stand several times, but when you guys went clubbing and found him in some corner with his hands on a stranger’s ass, you always backed out of the idea. And then you began to date.

Sure, most of your boyfriends never lasted long and some even claimed your friendship with Keeho was suspicious, you had learnt to keep your feelings and desires on a very tight leash over the years. Now your current boyfriend has no fear of you and Keeho living together, and you almost questioned if he would even think twice if he caught you and Keeho napping on the couch in one another’s arms—a common recent occurrence on lazy, rainy weekends.

Keeho placed the wine glass back on the table, his eyes locking onto you. “I never said it would be one of your friends. I just said you knew her very well.”

Your skin tingled, and you rushed to stand. You forced a laugh and pointed to the direction of your bedroom. “I’m going to take a shower and change into some pyjamas…”- Your voice trailed off as your mind flashed with an intrusive thought—begging to ask him to shower with you or wait patiently in your room as you busied yourself to look perfect in an attempt to gain his attention, even if it lasted just a second.

As if he could read minds, Keeho stood and held his wine glass, following behind you. You turned to face him as you reached your door, eyebrow raised with suspicion. “Why are you stalking me?”

“I’m going to watch a movie in your bed while you shower. You said it’s movie night so you have to keep your promises,” He sounded defensive, his lips pouted ever so slightly.

“We literally have a huge TV and pull-out bed in the living room,” You began, but his pout only increased at your words as he found himself disliking them the more you talked. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face with your hand, squeezing his cheeks to force his lips to stick out even more. “You’re such a big baby, you know that?”

“Yeah, your baby,” He managed to get out, his face daring to turn so he could press a kiss to your wrist. You gasped and pulled your hand away from his face.

“Gross, Keeho germs,” You giggled, then turned to finally throw your bedroom door open.

“That’s not what you said a few weeks ago when you were making out with me and basically dry humping me,” Keeho spoke confidently, and your eyes fell wide as you looked around—as if your boyfriend or any other intruding ears could overhear.

“You promised not to talk about that, I’ve been good lately and I haven’t laid a hand on you in… that way ever since,” You defended yourself.

A part of you often lay awake at night after your drunken escapades with Keeho. He never pushed you away, no matter how much you got lost in the feeling of his lips. His hands always remained polite and on your waist, never daring to move in either direction. Surely any other just-a-best-friend would push you away if you kissed them… right? But Keeho… he never did.

“I wish you would,” Keeho said matter of fact my before he forced his way into your bedroom. He walked to your bed without a care in the word and placed his wineglass on the bedside table your boyfriend claimed his own, then he threw himself on the bed—the same place your boyfriend slept whenever he slept over, which was not often.

A place you wished was claimed by Keeho instead…

Your phone buzzed from in the drawer where you locked it before your Ikea trip, holding it prisoner for fear you would text your boyfriend in a fit of rage or sadness. Keeho noticed your eyes flicker to the drawer, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t you fucking dare give in. End it with him.”

You tore your eyes away from the drawer and made your way to your wardrobe. You opened the doors, then you pulled open the top drawer. Your hand reached in and you felt a pair of your favourite lounge ware, a grey coloured super soft set of pyjama shorts and a vest top with pale pink detailing of lace. You threw a look over your shoulder. “You know it’s not that easy,”

And then you disappeared into your en-suite bathroom.

That was one of the best and worst things about your apartment—both bedrooms had their own en-suite bathrooms. You wished there was a joint one sometimes, so you could relish in the scent of his body wash that suffocated the room when he was finished cleaning after his workouts or a long day.

A part of you also hated the idea, you wanted privacy to get lost in the world of Keeho-dreams—dreams of… an intimate nature. Dreams you felt ashamed to be having. Dreams your other friends assured you meant you were in love with Keeho. Dreams that had you delusional, and defensive over your own feelings at the same time.

The kind of dreams you should be having about your boyfriend and not your roommate and best friend.

You turned the shower on and allowed the room to steam up before you stepped in. The warm water hit you like a wave and hugged your body, making you feel comfortable and at ease. You had to remember he was just in the next room though, and you had to keep your hands tasked on only washing your body.

Once you felt clean, you washed your hair and then tied it back, too lazy to dry it properly. Then you made your way back to your bedroom.

Keeho was lazing against the headboard of your bed, and as he looked from the TV screen to you, you suddenly felt self conscious. It didn’t help that your bedroom had a cool air flowing through, hitting your exposed thighs and making you shiver.

You noticed his eyes looked down your body. Noticed how his eyes lingered a bit too long on your thighs. You rushed to sit on your side of your bed, grabbing a pillow to hide your body behind—and to attempt to gain some kind of warmth.

You smiled at Keeho, leaning closer to him to get a better view of the awkwardly angled TV screen. You silently made note to buy yourself a larger one, as out of you both, only you had a TV in your door. Keeho had a gaming PC, but it was out of commission for movies as one of his friends tipped water over the monitor and broke it—and Keeho has still yet to replace it.

“What are we watching?” You asked, your face closer to Keeho’s than you wished for, but you were doing a good job at controlling your inner urges.

“Some romance movie I think, I let Netflix choose one by random,” He replied, his arm snaking around your side to pull you closer.

Your body soon became flush to the side of his, and you wanted to either get up and run away, or sit on his lap and be even closer to him; but you stopped yourself from doing either option. You decided to rest your head on his shoulder, forcing a yawn to pretend you were tired. You just wanted to be close to him, but you couldn’t risk your friendship… Or relationship at that. The one you kept forgetting you were even in.

You watched the movie intently, inwardly cringing when a kissing scene appeared. Your eyes begged to flick to Keeho, to admire his perfect plump lips that you had last kissed a few weeks ago… you had to stop thinking about him like that—you had to forget your feelings for him and at least try to like your boyfriend for once.

As if right on cue, your phone began to buzz again, and you sighed.

You decided you best pick it up or he would call all night long. You pulled away from Keeho and threw your pillow on the floor, then you opened your bedside table a crack to pull the phone out but to ensure your privacy stayed intact. You knew if Keeho saw what you hid in your drawers, he would never let you live it down.

You rushed to shut the drawers, then you tried to slide the button to accept the call but the second your finger touched the green circle, your phone was swiped from your hands and thrown on a pile of nearby recently-cleaned clothes that needed folding and putting away.

You glared at Keeho. "What the fuck was that for?" You asked, rushing to get on your hands and knees so you could climb over him to get to the phone. But the second your left thigh landed on the bed the other side of his, his hands moved to grip your waist tight and hold you in place.

Keeho's eyes looked angry, and his grip was tighter than the soft lingering touches you were used to. You raised an eyebrow, confused by his sudden actions. He couldn't help himself, and his hands pulled your body to be flush against his. You gasped again, but this time you decided not to question him.

You had given in, and for once, you felt like you weren't the only one pushing your hidden desires onto him.

“Don’t answer his call,” Keeho’s voice was small, almost begging. Your eyes softened, and your hands came to rest on his cheeks. His own eyes softened at that, and his lips turned up into a smile.

“I can’t just ignore him all night,” You replied softly, which Keeho did not seem to take too kindly to. His hands tightened on your sides, your hands moving to hold onto his shoulders to support yourself. You felt like he was going to swallow you whole.

“Don’t you fucking dare try to answer his call, or we are over,” Keeho’s voice was louder this time, but somehow deeper. You blinked innocently, surprised.

“Us? Over? We’re roommates, you can’t just move out because I answered a phone call,” You giggled a little, trying to laugh off his reaction as nothing more than a best friend caring for you—being a little too possessive over you.

“I’m not talking about moving out, I’m talking about how you’re my girl,” He over pronounced the word my, which caused you to tilt your head. He leant his head back against the wall with a sigh, and his hands moved from your sides to your thighs. His hands ran up and down slowly, gently. And your self conscious concerns were slowly coming back.

“What do you mean by my girl?” You asked, pulling your off of his body. You still made no effort to pull away from him though, but from the way you shifted on his lap and received a sharp intake of breath, you knew he was about to say something either very hurtful, or something you had been dreaming about for years.

“You can’t really think of us as just friends, right?” Keeho asked, his eyes closed and face still tilted towards the ceiling. You shook your head, but realised he couldn’t see or sense the motion so you muttered a rejection to the statement. “Exactly, we’re basically a fucked up couple and have been for years. But I don’t want to keep denying my feelings or pushing us apart, which is why I’m telling you not to answer his calls. End it with him, leave him.”

“I’ve told you before, it’s not that simple—” You began to which his head shot back to your direction, and his hand slap your thigh with a slight sting. “What the fuck was that for?” You asked, voice a little too loud, to which he raised an eyebrow. “I can’t just ghost him. I have to end it with him properly, you know I’ve wanted to for a while… I just don’t know how.”

Keeho nodded his head in understanding, one of his hands moving to tangle into your hair while the other thank spanked your thigh rubbed over the pink skin soothingly. “Well we can worry about that later, but how about we have some us time tonight, yeah?” Keeho smirked and even wiggled his eyebrows for added effect.

You laughed at first, but then moved your hands to his shoulders with a serious look on your face. “But then won’t I be cheating?”

“Well…” Keeho began, tilting his head to the side. “If you think about it, from the day we first met, I’ve been claiming you as my girl so technically… you’ve been cheating on me for years.”

You rolled your eyes, the smile back on your lips. “Not sure that’s how it works, but you do you I guess.”

“I’d rather do you,” He murmured, his hand forming a fist to get a good grip on your hair before he leant forward and pressed his lips gently to yours. The all-too-familiar fireworks erupted under your skin, warmth spreading everywhere he touched. You craved him, needed him to survive. It was like you were drowning, and he was your last gasp of fresh air.

You pulled back so you could watch your hands as you slowly slid them from his shoulders, down his chest, then you finally let them find home on his stomach over his shirt. Your fingertips begged to reach under and trace along his skin, but you resisted the urge.

His hand moved up your thigh, the highest it had gone that night, and you flinched. He noticed the action as he had been very intently watching your face and ever reaction to how you relished in the feeling of his body being so close to yours, and he couldn’t help but frown. Had your boyfriend said something to make you fear men touching your thighs? The thought alone pissed him off more than he thought possible.

“You okay, angel?” His voice whispered, and you mumbled something at first which he couldn’t quite catch. “Speak up baby, I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”

“I asked can you maybe…” You sighed as you leant your head forward onto his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I’m a bit self conscious about people touching certain parts of my body and my thighs are one of those places,” You explained.

Keeho turned his head to press a kiss against your temple, his fist in your hair loosening as his fingers decided to gently run through it instead. You realised he was trying to soothe you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you pressed turned your head and pressed your face into his neck.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Keeho whispered before he attempted to pull your body back so he could resume kissing you. Your body grew hot at the compliment, and so you rushed to try to hide his eyes from noticing and so you pressed your lips to his first. But firmer this time.

This time, there was almost a sense of urgency behind the kiss. The pressure was firm and your lips moved against each other faster. His hands moved to your thighs again, but the pressure was barely there, as if he was ghosting his hands over your skin. The sensation felt good, a little too good. So you gasped, and Keeho let out a faint chuckle before he took advantage of the situation and intruded your mouth with his tongue.

When you and Keeho made out, it was always messy. Messy, needy, a mess of all your unspoken feelings in a rush to get out. But this time, there was no rush or any unspoken feelings. You knew how he felt about you, and so you were ready to give into it all.

Your hands daringly moved lower on his stomach, reaching under his shirt. You hadn’t intended to insinuate for him to take it off, but that was how he took the action… and you weren’t complaining. Keeho detached from your lips long enough to quickly unbutton his shirt and pull it off before he found home against your lips once again.

His body was radiating warmth, and so one of your arms moved to wrap around his neck as you tried to pushed your body into his as much as possible. You felt him smile against your lips, and his hand moved higher up your thigh.

Then all of a sudden, hands grip your sides and you were thrown onto your back. You blinked with surprise at the sudden action, looking up at Keeho who now lay between your legs above you. He smiled down at you, eyebrow cocked. “You look a little dazed already baby. Is kissing me that good?”

You nod slowly, too drunk off the feeling of his lips to respond with anything else.

He laughed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lower lip before he pulled back again. “Then wait until you feel my cock inside you. You’re going to be lost in heaven.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, the arm that was lazing around his neck moving to his hair to gently tangle in the locks. “You’re pretty confident in yourself, but all I hear are words and no proof.”

Keeho shrugged, his hands moving from your sides to the insides of your knees. “Well I’m more than willing to show you right now if you ask nicely.”

Again, you rolled your eyes to which Keeho tutted. His hands pushed your legs apart and against the bed, this one of them moved to spank the opposite thigh to the one he had earlier. The action caused you to gasp, and you looked down your body to find his slotted against yours as if he was made for you.

“Less attitude, or I’ll have to fuck it out of you,” He threatened.

You pushed your lips closed in a show you were going to listen to his every word, and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the action. He leant down and pressed his lips to yours, but kissing you slowly once again. His hand that spanked your thigh did the same as the other one and earlier, gently rubbing the pink skin to ease the slight sting he had caused.

But then his hands daring slid up your thighs higher, to where the bottom of your shorts sat. Between kisses, you took a sharp intake of breath—one he heard and couldn’t resist but to smirk at. He was relishing in the way your body was reacting to his every touch. God, he wished he had done that sooner.

His fingertips pushed up the bottom of your shorts, delicate and dancing along your skin. You rushed to grab his wrists, pulling back to look into his eyes. “What are we doing?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, right now we’re talking instead of kissing like we should be.”

You rolled your eyes once again, earning a slap on your thigh. “Attitude,” He warned to which you let go of his wrists and held your hands up to prove your innocence.

“I meant… we’ve only ever made out before…” Your words trailed off. He nodded in response, then took a few seconds to realise what you were asking. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Well, would you like to do more?” He asked, laughing when you gave him a serious, almost stone cold look.

“You know I want to do more,” You replied.

“Well, do I? From what I can tell, I’m the one who has been simping over you all night while you’ve been too bust rolling your eyes or running your mouth,” Keeho responded.

“Please don’t make me get soppy about my feelings right now when your hands are basically under my clothes,” You laughed, Keeho laughing in response before he nodded with agreement. He decided to let it go… for now, he thought.

He leant his head back down, about to shower you in more kisses. You pursed your lips, waiting. But you never felt the pressure hit your lips. Instead, you felt soft lips trail down your jaw, down your neck… You took in a small breath, finding yourself enjoying the feeling as you closed your eyes.

One of Keeho’s hands pulled back from your thigh but instead moved to the front of your shorts, his fingers playing with the strings. He seemed… almost nervous to untie it. You nodded frantically, trying to focus on the feeling of his lips on your collarbones and his fingertips dancing on the inside of your thigh.

He felt the shake of your head so he pulled back and knelt above you, his fingers removed from your skin. His hands both moved to the strings of your shorts, and his eyes remained on yours as he gently pulled the strings. The top of your shorts felt loose, and you lifted your hips in an attempt to help him.

Keeho smiled softly and leant down to kiss your forehead before his fingers reached into the shorts, then he pushed them down your legs and threw them in the direction of the door to save yourself from having to struggle to determine which pile of your clothes were clean and which were dirty.

His fingers moved back to your thighs, resting on the soft inside. Your breath hitched as the self consciousness came back in waves. You looked around for your pillow to try to hide your body once again, and Keeho seemed to catch onto your feelings without you even expressing them.

“Baby,” He whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “You look so beautiful, how did I get so lucky.”

You smiled at his words, your hand coming to rest on the back of his neck as your fingers found home to tangle into his hair.

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COINCIDENCE — kim younghoon [repost]

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pairing: coworker younghoon x afab reader

genre: mild angst, mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: younghoon didn’t take kindly to your claims of war both inside work, and outside. so when your boss plans a trip out for your teams, you decide to wage another war against younghoon which ended as it always did—you in his bed to stroke his bruised ego.

wc: 3200

warnings under the cut.

warnings: mild hints at dom/sub dynamics, reader is a bit bitchy sometimes, mild mentions of spanking, mild hint at choking if you squint, undetailed but definite smut, unprotected sex, mild swearing, younghoon calls reader a bitch and a brat.

TO SAY KIM YOUNGHOON WAS NOT THE BANE OF YOUR EXISTENCE WOULD BE A LIE.

The second your stats at work became better than his and all the customers gave you glowing reviews, all of a sudden his stats became doubled and he managed to win the tally once again—and sometimes even employee of the week up to three times in a row.

The cocky smirk he gave when the paper was placed on his desk alongside the box of cheap yet very delectable chocolates was worth a good slap in his face, you liked to silently claim—a threat you never followed through with, sadly.

But somehow, each time anger began to overcome you even at the littlest of his actions, you found yourself drinking one too many shots of tequila or glasses of wine, and you more often than not awoke to find yourself naked in his bed once again.

It was the second week in a row he had won employee of the week as of recent months, and it was really starting to grip your shit. You wanted to scream, rip the paper up, throw the contents of his desk across the room… But you could never be caught slipping—you had to keep your composure and act like every claim of war meant nothing to you. But inside your chest, a burning fire was raging with the need to escape, slowly consuming you.

And that fire only burned brighter and hotter when your boss revealed he was taking everyone in the office out for a summer trip, to try and decompress after the stressful week your had all faced.

“Everyone has been working really hard lately, and so I managed to talk the big bosses into letting us take a team break next weekend. We’re going to go to this cabin place with a pool, and we can have a nice BBQ…” Your team leader’s voice trailed off as you zoned out, your eyes focusing back on your computer as you rushed to complete typing out the very long and important email to one of your customers.

You sat at your desk, which was opposite to Younghoon’s. You leant up on your chair once you finished your email’s first draft, eyeing your boss (who stood behind Younghoon) with narrowed eyes. You were suspicious as your workplace had busier weeks before and they never cared about the workplace moral or never once offered your team a break to decompress.

But you soon shrugged the suspicions away. You decided to just go with the flow. What was the use in worrying over something that was meant to stop you from… well, worrying. You were going away for a weekend to a cabin with a pool and you got to eat a BBQ and probably drink to your hearts content—free of charge. What was there to consider? You would be stupid to give up the offer. Even if it meant you had to spend a whole weekend without touching Younghoon.

Your fingers itched at the idea, your body begging to touch him, and to feel his touch in response. But you pushed the feeling aside. You had to focus on the task at hand—emails.

Younghoon’s eyes naturally gravitated to your as your face popped up over his computer screen. He stared at you for some seconds, a tense yet awkward feeling forming in his chest. He too craved to feel your touch, but he knew he couldn’t risk doing so in work and pissing you off. While he had all the power in bed, you had the most power over him and your… relationship—and he knew you could cut things off at any given time.

He decided to stop his staring trance when you finally sat back down in your seat, your face now hidden behind his computer but he could still see parts of you. The slightest of sights he hd of you always made his day—made him feel serene in some kind of twisted way. He was, by all accounts, an addicted man—addicted to you.

He finally chose then as the perfect time to speak up in your direction, not too loud, but loud enough for you to catch, “Your hair looks nice today.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised he had even noticed you had ever so slightly changed it. Your hair was always getting in the way, so you had decided to style it in a way it would restrict you less. You couldn’t help but smile, but you didn’t respond to his compliment verbally, knowing he couldn’t see your face from behind the computer.

Younghoon sighed at your lack of reply, silently promising himself he was going to have to make sure to fuck some manners into you during your next night time escapades.

THERE WAS NOTHING YOU HATED MORE THAN BEING CRAMMED ONTO A BUSY.

Well, maybe there was one other thing you hated more—you hated being crammed on a bus with tons of people with no a/c, and to top it all off, you were forced to sit beside Younghoon who trapped you in and wouldn’t allow you to move seats.

You had a large gym/day bag and found it hard to push it up to it’s new home in the storage space above the seats you had claimed, so when you held a familiar body behind you and gentle hands which grabbed the bag from you to easily lift it in the space with next to no effort, you knew exactly who it was that was behind you.

You didn’t bother to turn around or even wish him a thank you. You climbed in and sat on the inner seat with your smaller bag on your lap. You pulled out a bottle of water and your earphones, only to feel warmth beside you as the devil himself sat beside you. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes narrowed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked with a scoff, to which Younghoon rolled his eyes.

“Sitting on a seat, what does it look like I’m doing?” He replied just as sassy as you had, and the tone made your narrow your eyes even more at him. But you bit back any sarcastic remarks as you plugged your ears with your earphones. You knew if you asked, he would refuse to move seats anyway—so you settled for giving in and focusing on your music as you watched the view pass by through the bus window.

The bus quickly became sticky with heat once everyone had taken their seats and the drive had begun, and you were thankful for the minor fact that you chose to sit by a window which allowed you to open it—even if it was just a slither.

You leant forward to try to get as close to the cracked open window as possible, then you attempted to gasp the outside air, then you sat back. The air rushing through the window wasn’t going to make much of a change in your temperature or ease the growing tensions between yourself and Younghoon, but at least it was something. And something was better than nothing.

“You’re so annoying,” You muttered as you grabbed Younghoon’s knee and forced it to still. He had been tapping his leg for the last good hour, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to tolerate it for another half hour. Sure, you had survived most of the drive, but you were close to your breaking point. It didn’t help each time his thigh brushed against your bare leg, you felt the sudden buzz under your skin, your bodys way of begging to touch him.

You cursed your body internally when you felt the familiar warmth running from your fingertips through your veins to your head in a messy fuzz of thoughts. Younghoon was slowly becoming your everything—like you were addicted to him. But you forced the intrusive thoughts down and settled for glaring at him in an attempt to hide your true feelings.

Younghoon surprisingly listened to you and stilled his leg, his hand gently pushing yours from his skin. His fingers held onto yours for a little too long, lingering long enough to cause the familiar flutter in your chest. You snatched your hand away, and everyone on the buss assumed you hated the man you were paired up with.

Little did they know.

YOU RAN OFF TRHE BUS FIRST BEFORE ANYONE ELSE, AND AS YOUR FEET LANDED ON SOLID GROUND, YOU DRAMATICALLY DOUBLED OVER TO HOLD ONTO YOUR KNEES AS YOU GASPED THE FRESH AIR IN.

Sure, it was sunny and still very much warm outside, but there was endless space and so your air wasn’t tainted with the smell of sweat or food. The air was cleaner and fresher than the suffocating air of the bus.

Younghoon took his time to climb off the bus with your other coworkers. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and a scoff, “Dramatic.” He huffed at you, then he walked after your boss who was leading everyone under a canopy to protect everyone from the sun in hopes of getting a chance to cool down.

You noticed that you were in a pretty secluded area. There was a circular pool which was quite large, but not too much. Then there were wooden cabins which looked newly built lining the pool some meters away, with plenty of space between them to ensure privacy for the patrons of the cabins. You smiled to yourself as you managed to catch your breath.

Your work trip may not be as bad as you first thought.

You finally decided to join your coworkers under the shade, and ensured you stood the opposite side of the group away from Younghoon. You wanted him, every part of your body begged for his touch and attention, but you couldn’t give in. You had to remain strong. You could sit him down and talk about your feelings when you got back home—a workplace trip was not the best place for sentimental relationship talk.

You managed to worm some space so you could sit on the bench with a few of your other coworkers, and while you had spent the drive down sitting you felt if you stood in the sweltering heat despite the shade, you were only going to hasten the sweat fest that you knew was about to overcome you sometime that day.

You used your hand in an attempt to fan yourself—to feel some sort of cool breeze. Of course, it did next to nothing. As if like a personal guardian angel, always knowing what you wanted or needed, you blinked and as your eyes opened once again, a small handheld fan was thrust into your direction.

You looked up with surprised eyes and parter lips to find Younghoon was behind the gift. You smiled and gently took it from him, your skin igniting once again as your fingertips brushed over his hand. You wanted to throw your arms around him, pull him close and never leave his side—just as much as you wish to throttle him when he gives you that cocky smirk at work, the ‘I won against you again’ smirk.

Younghoon pulled away from you all too soon, turning his back to speak to one of the elder team members. He was lost in the conversation, really giving the other person his full attention. Your elbow came to rest on your knee, then you placed your jaw in your hand. Your head tilted to the side as you watched every move of his lips, every crinkle of his eyes.

“You like him,” A voice interrupted your staring session. You wanted to get mad at the person firstly, but then you realised you were still at a work event and so you had to keep your composure no matter who you were talking to—even if it was one of your closets work friends.

“Chanhee, you know I like you’re great and all, but please stop analysing my every move and determining I am in love with someone when I am not,” You tried to defend yourself, but Chanhee knew about one too many of your late night adventures with Younghoon and so your attempts were falling on deaf ears.

“First of all, I never said you was in love with him, I just said you like him,” A smirk decorated his delicate yet obnoxious-at-the-time features. He had won the argument before you even had a chance to try. “Care to tell me why you’re ogling him so much?”

“No reason,” You tried to defend yourself once again, but your attempts fell futile. You had lost the fight—and you had lost your heart to Kim Younghoon.

“SO, WE NEED TO PICK OUR CABINS…”

Your team leader began, to which you knew he was about to say something you would undoubtedly hate. “But we need to make it fair. Why don’t you guys get changed into your swimsuits in the toilets, and then come back out here. When we all come back here, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do to try to make picking our cabins fair for everyone.”

While you were anxious about what you were tasked to do just later, you did as your boss advised. You went to the toilets with your bag and dug through the back until you found your favourite swim wear. You changed, then exited the toilets first.

You placed your bag back on the floor, intentionally beside Younghoon’s While you couldn’t claim he was your man in the open, you could at least make subtle hints to him until you guys got back home where you would have all the time in the world to talk.

Everyone got back to the ‘base’ after some time, and your team leader claimed an ‘arm fight’ was the best way to decide who would be able to choose the rooms. The women were tasked to fight first, which ended in you winning. Your bicep was killing you at the end of it, but you felt smug you had won something.

You were told by your team leader to go pick your cabin first, so you took the one on the far left edge which seemed to have the most space. The men were fighting one another as you entered your home for the weekend.

There were two bedrooms in the cabin, so you assessed them and decided not to be so nice as you chose the bedroom with the ensuite bathroom. You placed your bag down on the edge of the bed, but you were startled from emptying it as you heard the front door open.

You rushed out of the room to the main area of the cabin as the door clicked shut softly only to find Younghoon. His own eyes went wide, but he laughed. “Oh, sorry. I had no clue you chose this cabin… Should I go choose a different one?”

You rolled your eyes and leant against the wall beside you. “Why do you act like I’m going to kick you out. You can stay here too, it’s not like we’re going to kill each other.”

Younghoon dropped his cab on the couch and smirked as he made his way to you. He stopped a meter or so away from you, looking down at you. “Speak for yourself, but I plan to fuck you so good tonight that everyone will think you’re being murdered.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”

YOU HAD GOTTEN YOURSELF IN DEEP WATER WHEN YOU TRIED TO TEST YOUNGHOON’S PATIENCE.

You spend the night cozying up to Chanhee a little too much just to rile Younghoon up. You wanted his undivided attention all night long. You wanted to feel his fingers dig into your thighs, or his hips bruise against yours roughly. You craved his smile, his voice, his everything.

You should have known he wasn’t going to go easy on you, even as you bit a pillow to try to hide your screams to the bets of your ability. Your head was pushed down into the sheets, your hair stuck to your skin due to your sweat. His hips piston into yours faster, hard, only causing your throat to burn as you screamed out more.

Your hands gripped the pillow tight to your chest, while your eyes stung with unfilled tears.

You felt his hand harshly strike your ass. “That’s for being such a bitch to me all day. Someone needs to teach you some fucking manners,” You turned your head to the side, trying your best to look at him but your attempts were fruitless.

“Maybe you should fucking teach me better then,” Your spat, but he knew it was all talk. His hands spanked your other ass cheek, but not as harsh. Then you felt his hand slowly and gently run up your back.

His hand snaked around your body, and he had to bite back his groans or else if he got too lost in the feeling of you wrapping so tightly around him, he may just cum embarrassingly fast.

His hand gripped your neck, then he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle caused you to cry out loud, Younghoon smirking as he hurried his face in your shoulder. “My baby feel good?”

You nod your head, crying out babbles of agreement. Your words were unintelligible, but it was good enough for him. His lips littered soft kisses against your neck and shoulder, a contrast to the harshness of his hips. And sure enough, just as he predicted, he was unraveling way too fast for his liking.

His hand came to rub your clit to push you that final step over the edge, the feeling of your walls tightening even more only helping to milk him. Your moans became gasping breaths, and your head lolled back against his shoulder. His other hand came to rub your thighs gently, suspecting you were worn out after such a long day.

“My pretty baby did so well for me, but you still haven’t said sorry for being such a brat to me today,” Younghoon whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

“‘M sorry, I love you,” Your voice sounded drunk, and Younghoon couldn’t help but still. You felt him become stiff behind you and let out a frustrated sigh. He was still inside you, so it wasn’t like he could run away so easy, but you also didn’t intend to let your feelings loose so suddenly.

“That was not how I fucking planned on telling you,” You muttered, angry at yourself. You let out another sigh, but then your breath caught in your throat as Younghoon’s hand wrapped around your neck. He turned your head for better access, then he pressed his lips against yours firmly.

He didn’t need to say it back. You could feel it. He loved you too.

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BABY, I'M YOURS — lee jaehyun [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: fiancé jaehyun x afab reader

genre: mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: jaehyun has been busy with work recently, so when he takes a weekend off and whisks you away to a cabin, he decides it may just be the right time to take things slow with work and finally start a family with you. technically part two of baby i'm jealous.

wc: 1027

warnings under the cut.

warnings: mild swearing, fingering, the mentions of having a child. this was kind of short, sorry for that.

THE MORNING AIR GLISTENED THROUGH THE CURTAINS, AND THE WARMTH OF THE ALL TOO FAMILIAR ARM KEPT YOU IN PLACE.

Nothing in the world, and you really meant nothing could ever compare to waking up to your fiancé’s face, his hair an angelic halo on his pillow with his eyes closed. Even fast asleep, he managed to look oh so pretty. Of course, his face wasn’t what made you fall in love with him, but it sure as fuck was a benefit you were beyond happy to have.

If someone had asked you three years ago would you even wake up and find yourself in Lee Jaehyun’s bed, you would have scoffed or even took a dramatic gulp of coffee just to spit it out in their face for added effect. But now, you couldn’t imagine waking up on a sunny Sunday spring-summer cusp morning with anyone else by your side.

You turned from your stomach to your side to better face the love of your life, then you reached your hand out. Your fingers ghosted over his cheek and your lips turned up in a smile which only grew wide when Jaehyun opened his eyes.

Jaehyun smiled softly and whispered, his voice thick with sleep, “Good morning, beautiful.”

You moved closer to the man, moving your arms to wrap around his body, pressing your face into his neck. His hand moved to the back of your head instantly, his fingers lightly running through your hair. “How is my angel doing this morning? Did you sleep well?”

You nodded your head, but closed your eyes regardless. You wanted to be consumed by his touch, his embrace. If you closed your eyes, you could allow yourself to focus on him and only him.

Jaehyun laughed lightly and moved his hand to your face, forcing your body away so he could admire your face in the morning sun that cracked through the white curtains. “Use your words like a big girl, baby,” Your fiancé joked, to which you rolled your eyes but gave into his demand.

“I slept just fine, Jaehyun,” Your smile betrayed your faux anger, to which Jaehyun couldn’t resist the sudden urge to move closer to you and press a gentle kiss against your lips.

Jaehyun smiled against your lips, then pulled the lower part of his face from yours while allowing his forehead to remain resting against your own. “Good,” He whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as he, too, wanted to just focus on you and the serene calmness of your bedroom.

“Your mom wants to meet me later to discuss cake options for the wedding,” You finally spoke after finding the silence turn from comforting, to somewhat suffocating. The deadline for the wedding was looming, and you swore it was causing your hair to slowly turn more white than it already was—and you were way too fucking young for white hair.

“Fuck my mom, she can choose cakes alone,” He uttered, but then realised what he had said and rushed to open his eyes wide, his lips parted. He looked like a begging puppy. “Please don’t tell her I said that.”

You laughed and moved your had to his cheek, nodding slowly. You watched as he sighed with relief, then you felt warmth as his hand rested on your lower stomach over the t-shirt of his you had stolen the night prior in a drunken and sleepy haze.

“All this wedding stuff is exhausting, why can’t we skip the planning and just get to the signing of papers,” You muttered, moving to rest on your back as your eyes stared at the ceiling.

You felt the warmth of Jaehyun’s hand travel down, down, down. Right to where your hadn’t even noticed you needed him, his fingers ghosting over the top of your panties in light and playful touches.

“What are you doing?” You asked, but your legs couldn’t resist the urge to part slightly as your pussy begged to be welcomed with his soft yet confident touches—the ones you had grown to crave.

His fingers pushed their way inside the top of your panties, but stilled and remained home in their place. “Nothing, baby. I’m just sleepy and cold,” He tried to excusing, nuzzling his face into the pillow that he rested his head upon.

You tried to excuse his actions as he defended, but when his fingers made their way lower, you knew he was toying with you. But you were prepared to play his game. You remained silent as his middle finger daringly tapped against your clit, which caused you to bite your lip to refrain from letting out a gasp of pleasure.

You turned your head to the side to look at the man who lay on his stomach, but his eyes were closed and he almost looked as if he was sleeping. But the way his finger finally pushed against your clit and rubbed small yet firm circles confirmed he was very much wide awake.

You rest your head back again and closed your eyes, your back trying to arch as your body begged, craved, more.

Jaehyun, seemingly always knowing what your body wanted, moved his fingers down further. His middle finger entered your hole slowly, finally causing you to release the gasp you were holding. His thumb moved to press against your clit, and your body began to hum with pleasure.

His finger pumped with a steady yet not too-fast pace while his thumb retained the perfect pressure, and the familiar coil in the bottom of your stomach began to form and tighten. Your hips began to buck, and he just knew he had you right in the palm of his—and he would never, could never, admit it to you, but he was in your palm also.

“Let’s have a baby,” He whispered. His eyes remained closed, and his hand kept the actions going which pushed you over the edge, but the thought of a child with the love of your life… You felt like your Sunday was going to be very, very long. And pleasure filled. Not that you were going to complain about that.

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BABY, I'M JEALOUS — lee jaehyun [repost]

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pairing: enemy jaehyun x afab reader

genre: mild angst, mild fluff, suggestive (mdni)

plot: hyunjae claims he is too good for the life of a lowly office worker. that is until you open his eyes and show him he isn't all that he thinks he is.

wc: 1701

warnings under the cut.

warnings: there are talks of class seperation, but that ends quite quick. hyunjae is a little petty when he's jealous. there are mentions of a sexual relationship, but no smut included. TECHNICALLY this is the first part of a two parter–depends how you decide to look at it.

TO SAY LEE JAEHYUN INFURIATED YOU WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT.

He was the image of beauty and grace.The image of loyalty and dedication. The image of delicate innocence. And you really fucking hated it.

You didn’t hate him because you believed yourself to be the polar opposite to the image he displayed to those round you both; in fact you were often compared to being very similar to him. But only you knew the truth, the real Lee Jaehyun. The real Jaehyun is why you grew to hate him. Well… hate is kind of a strong word. You harboured a strong dislike for him.

But you knew it all. The dark, dirty truth behind who Lee Jaehyun was.

The sweet smile he gave everyone as he walked through the hallways held some anger behind it. He looked down on those he worked with, but he had no choice to work in the department as his father, the owner of the company, refused to make him a director without experiencing the everyday hard work of the ‘normal every day’ employees firstly—just as his own father had done to him some decades earlier. The Lee family believed in working hard for the things you had, and there came no difference when it came to Jaehyun (be that it was against his wishes—he wanted things handed to him the easy way).

The whispers he often leant over your desk to grace you with were the worst of everything else that made up the existence of Lee Jaehyun. Everyone thought he was being sweet, building a budding office romance. But they would never, could never, know the truth of the words he was uttering to try and get a rise out of you

At first, the whispers started off as insults. Insults at the at you dressed, insults about the way you did your hair that day, anything he could do to bring your day down, he would find a way to snuff any happiness you showed.

But when the new team leader—Sangyeon—took over, the insults turned into dirty talk that almost had your thighs clenching. Key word, almost. He hoped if he said just the right thing to push your buttons, he would get a high enough rise out of you for you to finally explode which would end in him finally being the victor in this rivalry you had both grown to become obsessed with.

You were adamant that only you knew the real Lee Jaehyun.

The Jaehyun who drove in the middle of the night at high speeds down motorways on his motorbike with a new woman behind him every night. You knew the Jaehyun who acted like every nightclub was his country, and he was the King. You knew the Jaehyun who snaked his hands around your waist as you swayed your body to the thumping music. You knew the Jaehyun who pushed you out of his bed when he was satisfied, even if you were still wanting, needing, more.

You hated the effect he had over your body, and you made a good show to not let him know the truth—that he was the one you dreamt of when your hand wandered between your legs during lonely nights. Which made it easier for you when you sat across from in the meeting room with your hands laced on top of the desk, his own hands lazily rubbing his necks as he acted like he was exhausted from to sleeping much as he was working hard and long into the night. But you knew better.

His foot linked with yours under the table, but both your faces remained stoic. Little did you know, he had been missing your presence in his bed. And further to that, little did you know he had grown genuine feelings for you that slowly encouraged his cocky smiles in the hallway to become actual smiles of happiness at seeing his colleagues. When he helped them, his tone no longer sounded condescending but rather he even asked them further questions to make it seem like he needed their help just as much as they needed his.

You could never admit he had grown on you, but everyone could see, could tell that he had some kind of effect on you.

And you had an effect on him.

Which became very much clear to all those around you when during the meeting when the team leader sat beside you, even sliding a cup of freshly brewed coffee your way. He made no effort to make anyone else coffee—or any drink at that. His smile was often reserved for you, as was his attention.

You smiled, thanking him. You felt a small kick at your ankle and winced, but chose to ignore the slight tinge of pain as you turned your body to better face Sangyeon. “What did I do to deserve this?” You asked, knowing he was often too busy to make his own coffee, bear in mind some for someone else.

Sangyeon shrugged, his cheeks ever so slightly heating up. “No reason, I just wanted to do something nice for you since you looked kind of tired today. Late night?”

Your smile was sugary sweet, and Jaehyun felt like his mouth was growing with cavities at the sight. His eyes narrowed, but he remained silent and unmoving, deciding to patiently bear witness to the scene playing out before him.

Sangyeon’s fingers ghosted over your arm for the full hour and a half of the meeting each time he had to slide papers your way. He was determined to keep your attention on him at all times, even thought he had the sense Jaehyun had laid claim on you. Surely trying to give a nudge your way so you’d end up in the arms of the man who wanted you wouldn’t deem Sangyeon a villain, he liked to believe.

YOU TYPED THE CODE TO HIS APARTMENT, THEN TRIED TO PULL THE DOOR OPEN WITH NO LUCK, A LOUD BEEP TELLING YOU THE CODE INPUT WAS WRONG.

You frowned, sure you had typed it in right. You tried the code a second, third time. Each time the door beeped red instead of the usual blue.

You sighed and rapped your knuckles against the door, waiting patiently until the door opened. Jaehyun looked mildly surprised to find you at his door, but he soon recovered and side-stepped when you entered his hallway. You kicked your shoes off, then slipped on the white slippers he kept at his door just for you.

“Did you change your door code?” You asked, dropping your tote bag on the floor before you made yourself at home in his apartment, walking to the living room before you allowed your body to relax and flop down on the comfort his his couch.

“Yeah, I did,” Jaehyun replied as he made his way into the living room after you, taking his time. He didn’t elaborate as to why, so you raised an eyebrow and turned your head so you could assess his facial expressions.

“Any reason why? And is there a reason why you failed to tell me? We always tell each other when we change codes…” Your voice wandered off as your words turned into a sleepy mumble.

“No reason. Didn’t think I had to tell you everything, though. It’s not like you’re my girlfriend,” His words sounded harsh, piercing.

You frowned and sat up, your lips pouted ever so slightly. “Wow, that was a little mean of you.”

“Not my fault you’re too busy cosying up with the new team leader. You made the choice, not me,” He sounded petty as he made his way to the other side of the couch, throwing his own body down against it.

You raised an eyebrow and turned to face him, watching as his head was thrown back, his hands resting on his thighs but in closed, tight fists. You smiled, moving closer to his body You rest a hand on his stomach, your lips pouting. “Is someone jealous?”

“Me? Jealous? You need to learn your place, in a few years I’m going to own the very company you slave away for. Why would I need to be jealous over a measly team leader who’ll probably move onto another job in five years maximum?”

You hummed, unconvinced, while your hand gently rubbed over the material of his t-shirt in an attempt to try and soothe the anger he was undoubtedly feeling. He was never one for telling you how he felt outright, but lucky for you both, you had grown to know him well enough to be able to read his emotions even at the slightest of eyebrow raises. He could never admit it to your face, would never, but you were his perfect match in some ways.

“Okay, fine,” He finally uttered after several tense seconds of silence. He closed his eyes, trying not to get too caught up in the close proximity between you both. “Maybe I am a little bit jealous, but who wouldn’t be? You’re so beautiful and hard working, it’s hard to not want you.”

You giggled, but Jaehyun only frowned at your lack of a serious response. His hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping it from wandering all over his body. “You need to take this seriously for once. Quit playing around,” His tone was harsh, harsher than he intended, but it only made your smile grow wider.

“You like me,” You said in a sing-song voice, to which Jaehyun groaned and threw his head further back, his eyes screwing closed. “Fine, maybe I do. But if you run your mouth off about it, then I’m going to take it back.”

“It’s not like I’m going to walk through the office screaming that the company owner’s son is madly in love with me,” You joked, Jaehyun opening his eyes and tilting his head so he could get a look at your face. His face held a stern, threatening look which you knew meant to him that you ought to listen, or there will be hell to pay when he manages to tackle you into his bedsheets.

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